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hospital
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39 degrees Celsius, it's been a few days mboy a little fussy. The doctor said, if within 3 days the heat has not gone down, then a blood test should be done.
"Yank, you rest first, let Azka I take care," said Rama his thumb rubbed gently on my cheek.
This is how a mother feels if her child is sick, chaotic like a garbage dump that has been ruffled by rats. It's been a few days my sleeping hours just a few hours a day. My eyes should be likened to panda eyes that have dark circles around their eyes.
"But a..aa will work tomorrow anyway" I refused.
"Yank.." Rama holds my hand that will put his dirty clothes on.
"The householder is not just you," he explained, taking his dirty clothes and putting them in a corner.
"With your sleeping mboy in bed, your dirty laundry and all your chores, let me do it" his smile was always warm to anyone but me, rama said the smile was only special to me whether the smile he gave to others.
"Here I am a kelonin," he gently pulled me into bed with a fear mboy woke up.
"Don't macem-macem yeah, a ! I cape," I threatened Rama, this one man if I don't warn, his hands and lips like nyosor like a duck that was looking for food.
"That's right, this time I'm serious, although seriously the band has disbanded," he joked.
I lay with Rama behind me and hugged me, his scent calmed me down, like a candle of soothing therapeutic scent. This is the source of my tranquility, other than Azka's body scent. Rama's skillful hand rubbing my head gently ushered me into the world of my dreams.
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It has been past 3 days but Azka has not improved, Rama does not want to take more risks, besides medicine from doctors and traditional medicine has been applied but Azka never improved.
"Yank, what's the number ?" ask her while her hand patted pan*tat Azka and try to make Azka as comfortable as possible so as not to fuss, look at the female spy see hot daddy beside me. Spies are full of praise and adoration, if I were them, of course the same thing I would do. How not this badboy-looking man was holding his baby with a glitter painstakingly, he calmed Azka who had begun to fuss.
"Baby Azka !!" exciting nurse.
"A.luck..!" take me.
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Tears could not be held anymore I cried in the arms of Rama, as it felt Azka was declared dengue fever, dengue fever, seeing Azka's tiny hands pricked with intravenous needles and crying made me wish that I could exchange Azka's position with me. Her roaring cry felt a heart-wrenching pain.
"Hey.the mother must be strong not be crybaby, mboy a strong child," said Rama wipe my tears and snot.
Rama asked for a VIP treatment room, so as not to mix with other patients, and also comfortable for me and Azka. Rama said goodbye to go home and bring a change of clothes.
"Hey unfortunately mom and daddy, you're strong boy ! You are the son of a Ramadan Restu Al-Kahfi" I muttered to Azka. My nervous child looks uncomfortable and uncomfortable with the infusion attached, he moves his hands, so active blood even rises into the infusion hose makes me panic.
"God is de !" my panic.
"Doctor ! Sister!" call me.
Rama did not come alone there is ambu and abah, there is also my family but ka Anisa did not come because it is a rule pregnant women should not swipe patients.
"Mom," I hugged my mother, sharing my tiredness, worry and sadness with the woman who had given birth to me.
"Dear, Azka must be healed" replied mamah.
"Azka was a little girl, had to be sick and cared for," I fought the same as when I was a kid if I felt hurt.
"Mother Azka crybaby, when her son aja anteng sleep, her mother cry kejer!" bang Akhsan.
"My son bang, his blood went up to the infusion hose," I said, wiping away tears.
Ambu, mamah, abah, papah and bang Akhsan can not be long because of the limited hours.
"Yank, eat first" Pinta Rama.
"I'm not a laper yet, a !" my answer.
"But Azka needs your ASI, your body also needs intake and energy to take care of Azka."
Finally I complied and ate, my body was really tired. Rama took a position behind me and massaged my shoulders.
"Just rest, even though this mother is an angel but mother is also human need to eat and rest" he said.
"Let me take care of Azka, tomorrow I ask for a leave of absence so that you and Azka can be taken" he replied smiling.
Rama took me to sit on the couch in the nursery, hugged me from the side until I could rest my head on his shoulder, hugged Rama and complained.
"So Azka's blood went up, a ! I'm afraid Azka why napa," I said.
"I'm not acting like a mother, a !" my tears are flowing again.
"Suutt ! You can't say, you're the best mother for Azka and the best wife for me" he said.
"I can't take care of Azka, a.sampe aja mosquitoes dare to bite Azka," I as much as I can. Rama patted my back, hugged me possessively and kissed the tip of my head.
"Mboy, look at this big baby daddy again crying out for himself !!" said Rama monologue as if chatting with Azka who was sleeping.
"Yes daddy, mother mboy lebay," he said likened to a small child. I patted his chest in annoyance but Rama laughed instead.
"Seriously too !!" I raised my head.
"Don't be serious ahh ! It's still day," he chuckled, I pinched his waist even more until he complained.
"Even the prophet cannot resist sickness and death, let alone us who are just dust grains, it has become a provision of God. Do not blame yourself, it is stipulated that mboy must be sick. Remove your tears love a smile for our mboy, the child can feel what his mother feels," I immediately sipped my snot and removed the traces of tears.
"I've always been by your side" added Rama.
"Thank you, a. Indeed, if God's chosen soul mate will not be wrong," I replied, re-embracing the chest of the field wrapped in black t-shirt t-shirt t-shirt.
"Woiyadong !! daddy Azka !!" he said, Rama's confidence is high, as high as the sky and can not be equaled by anyone.
"Mother sleep first, let the mboy daddy take care of it," Rama restored his hair and headed to Azka's squirming bed.
"Assalamualaikum son of a great daddy, mboy same daddy first yes let his mother rest. "
There is no duty of a wife or of a husband, there is a common duty, not only your work or my duty but a common duty, a promise in front of God is not just a husband who provides or a wife who serves. However, it complements and cooperates in every way in life together towards the jannah of God.
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